Skins In My Closet - Skin Yard

I got several skins in me closet

None of which is the same

I got several identities to be unfolded

Who am I today?

The beggar, the priest

The thief, or the fog

The garbage on the street now

Or the scum

I could be behind you with a knife

I could be there to take your life

I said, skins

It’s like identity

Skins…

Now, I been getting up just around seven

I look at what I have, and if I’m going to Heaven

But I been so bad, I don’t know what good is

I been living so low, I feel just like a fool

I got several skins in me closet

None of which, now, is the same

The beggar, the priest

The thief, or the fog

I said, who am I today?

Skins…

All these identities

What identity do you have?

I look in the mirror, and what do I see?

I see eyes that lie unto thee

It’s sad that I laugh, and I know that I’m wrong

'Cause I’m twisting around in my own

Closet of skins

Identity hangs

The thief or the fog

The priest or the scum

Am I standing behind you with a knife?

Do I make you fear for your life?

Skins in our closet

Who are we today?

I said, skins…

Skins at the party

In which we talk away

Light lies in this darkness

At the party where we were inside the day

I said, now, who are you and me today?

The clothes you wear could be your just undoings

It could show someone else what you’re not meant to be doing

It could be a lie in which you’re living

Look in the mirror… what is your giving?

Giving what?

Identity!

Skins!

Identity!

Skins!

Skins…

I have several skins in me closet

I had about twenty myths

I look at my face, I see the disgrace

Of a man who doesn’t know where to begin

Because, skins…

All I think about… identity

The priest or the fog

The garbage or the scum

I could be holding a knife

Do you fear for your life?

Skins…

But now I say, «No more, no more, no more identity…

No more closet of skins.»

I said, «No more skins in me closet--

I’m gonna be me today.»